I'm sorrynI'm falling right down to the bottomnback to the basics where I belong.nI cannot handle the truth.nI'll be waiting, wishing for god to reach down andntouch me.nI'll be safe if I wait herenfor answers to appearndecomposing slowly like the rats in the street.nI'll lie there on my bednsecretly thinking...nI want to know the truthnI need to know the truthnlet the truth pass through me...nnwe rise... up to heavennand fall... back to hellnlisten to the secrets of your absent god.nnIn my private EdennI will find my snakenThat tempts menwith knowledge that I'll surely take.nAll of these voicesntelling me to appreciatenthe only time we truly havenis right now.nI am the the productnof a weakening soul thatnSecretly prays where no one is watching...nAll of these peoplenwant a soulfoul sermonnbut I'll know the truthnand I'll feel the truthnand let it wash right over me...nnwe rise... up to heavennand fall... back to hellnlisten to the secrets of your absent god.nnI talked to god it's okay.nnWe RisenAnd fall